eat the rich

jark

prescriptions we apply to people without knowing

what they’ve been, how they’ve been growing

but people are so strange, 

people who change

cause kids grow up to be adults just the same

a bully will burst a kid’s lip, 

they’d control and hold every ounce of their fist

so they can rule the schoolyard, 

with no one to resist 

it’s not hard to imagine… this kid growing up 

a little to eager to show off he’s tough

other kids in the yard must feel the wrath of a bully

without facing hardship someone doesn’t grow up fully

but that subjugation isn’t sufficient, 

living with a owner isn’t living, 

so does the bully face some backlash? 

tough love, their own flavor medicine, well

for a fact, 

some are placed on a pedestal still 

with none to confront,

some bullies grow up, never once

feeling pushback from a punch

they’ll convince some with reassurance

that they’re rule must be just

they made it there, they climbed a ladder 

that wasn’t there, they tore and tattered 

the people in-front of them and mangled their bones

the heirs and billionaires sit atop slave built thrones 

bullies all the same,

but a schoolyard bully is not to blame

a schoolyard bully can be scolded and told 

their manors and mention to their peers their less cold 

grow a tinge 

if you can believe it 

but billionaires are more than mere bullies

they writhe at the thought of egalitarianism

there's a delusion that ensues

what a bully never once is told what to do

a rejection of life

a distain for meaning

billionaires purpose is for proletarian feeding ;) 

  • Author: jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2021 20:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: sequel to "godless nation" i wrote while maybe equally angry. hope you guys enjoy.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    when we refuse ourselves
    our capacity for self awareness,
    all anyone need do
    is aim our warped concepts,
    at a distracting target
    and they're free
    to ransack our mind's
    of any meaningful: worth...

  • carti

    damn bro this shit made me feel like such a garbage writer. Im just playing fr tho this is crazy. First of all I always struggle to rhyme without feeling corny, and you were able to keep the flow without anything about your message sounding forced to fit the rhyme which to me was dope. I mean second just whole concept where you pull back to bullys vs billionaires was really cool. I don't have a nicer way to articulate that but as I read it I was like oh this is sick. anyways boss this is some professional ass shit really enjoyed it.



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